Page 46 of Forgive Me, Father

My cock pressed tightly against the zipper of my jean and Camilla stroked my erection through the material.

A groan left my lips as she was only complicating things further for herself, but I had no intention of telling her to stop.

I removed my shirt with a few pulls while she tugged on my jeans, awkward movements, as her gaze took in my naked torso.

I was glad I was a distraction and decided to help.I flipped her off me and pulled my jeans down my legs.When they landed at my ankles, I kicked them off.

My briefs were next.

My erection jumped free, and she reached for it without hesitation.Her fingers curled around my shaft and she stroked it hard, as I lay back next to her.

“Fuck,” a groan left my lips.

“Do you like that?”she asked huskily.“I need to know if I’m doing it right.”

“Yes,” I replied.“Don’t stop.”

She grabbed my lips with hers while her hand still eagerly stroked my length.Her grip was almost as tight as her pussy, and for some reason, she started fussing too.I wasn’t playing with her, and she was far too caught up with me to bother playing with herself either.

I guess she got turned on by my arousal too.She was a remarkable creature, far more sexual than she could ever begin to realize.

“Fuck, I want you so badly,” she whimpered against my lips.

The beast came out in me as I pulled her hand away from my length, gripped her waist, lifted her effortlessly on top of me, my gaze locked on hers.

I had to feel for her opening again, but this time, she met me halfway, then pushed herself onto me.

"Porca miseria!Vaffanculo!Che cazzo stai facendo?"The cusses spewed from my lips at how her pussy choked my cock.The euphoria was going to be the death of me.

“Are you okay?”I asked breathlessly.

She nodded, but I knew tomorrow she was going to be sore.She was already a bit drier than she had been a few minutes ago.

“Where’s the lube?”I demanded.

“I think it’s in the drawer.”

I growled.Fuck that.I spat on my hand and pulled her off my cock, smearing her with my spit, and then lowered her back on top of me.It became easier, but it was still fucking tight.I wasn’t going to last long as I guided the movement of her body.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I pumped her faster.She held on to my wrists as I plunged her pussy onto my cock time and time again.I rolled us over and had her on her back and rammed into her.

Her complaints turned into little yelps as I sank deeper into her, faster.

My finger found her clit again, and I stroked her while I fucked her.She was becoming wetter with each stroke.

I could feel my orgasm starting to build as my mind clouded, but I didn’t want this to stop.

My finger circled her clit faster.

“Please,” she begged.“Please don’t stop.I’m going to come.”

I quickened my pace, so close now I could feel the edge pulling me under, but she needed to come first.My finger stroked her swollen nub faster as she screamed, fisting the sheets.“Don’t you dare stop.”

I obliged and continue fucking her like my life depended on it.“You need to come, little runaway.I’m close.”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop now,” she growled.The need was in her voice, and it felt like my mind was on the verge of losing control.

Raw grunts tore from deep within me, driven by something primal I couldn’t hold back.

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